Keitaro and Motoko: a Love [Hina] Story

By: Daimyo Shi

Disclaimer: I don't own Love Hina, no how much I would like to. Or what I give to trade place with Keitaro.


Keitaro finds himself fighting the haze of sleep as the sun filters into his room through the window. He can hear in the background the sounds of his radio. It is playing 'She moves in mysterious ways.' By U2. The warmth of his bed continues to invite him to sleep. Keitaro shifts his weight slightly and finds his hand and arm are on something, something warm. With a slight move of his hand he can feel hair. Keitaro realized someone was snuggled up to him. [Nani? There is someone in my bed with me? With my luck it will not be Naru and Naru will look in on us at the worse possible time.] thinks Keitaro. Keitaro opens his eyes. There next to him is Hinata Sou's local Samurai-ko, Aoyama Motoko. Judging by what his hand can feel on Motoko's back she isn't wearing anything underneath Keitaro's Blankets.

[Kuso, this is even worse, Motoko isn't going to believe that I don't know how she got in here. She knocks me sky high and then Naru is going to do it as well. I will really be banged up then. Nothing goes right for me]

Motoko stirs slightly beside him.

[Kuso! I am Going to die!]

Motoko sits up beside Keitaro, exposing herself from the waist up. Keitaro turns away so as not to get a nose bleed from Motoko's perfection. Motoko rubs her eyes to ward of the sleep. She looks at Keitaro and pull slightly away from. She then pulls the sheet up to cover herself better. A slight blush creeps into her face.

Keitaro begins to beg for his life "Motoko-chan, I have no idea how you got here in my bed. Please don't kill me. I never would harm anyone here at Hinata Sou. You must understand that."

" . . . It is not your fault, Keitaro . . . " replies Motoko, then she sighs deeply.

"Uh . . . Ok then why are you here?" asks Keitaro.

"Well, the truth is . . ." says Motoko " . . . I . . ." [Come on Motoko you can fight and slay oni and gaki. How could three words create so much fear within you?] says a small voice in Motoko's mind. "The truth is Urashima, you mean . . . You and I . . ."

Keitaro blinks twice, completely lost on what could possibly fluster Motoko so badly.

At this point Motoko is as Red as the Hakama she normally wears. "Urashima . . . I . . . I love you!" stammers Motoko.

Keitaro promptly passes out.

After several minutes in sweet oblivion, Keitaro can feel water being sprinkled on his face. He opens his eyes to look up at a very concerned looking Motoko.

"Are you all right, Keitaro?" asks Motoko.

[Keitaro? I guess something has changed] Keitaro asks "That depends, did you just tell me you love me?"

"Hai." says Motoko still unable to control her blushing.

Keitaro manages to fend of the urge to pass out again.

[What am I supposed to do?] thinks Keitaro. "Motoko I . . . I don't know what to say." responds Keitaro.

"I understand Keitaro, it is not easy it took me a great deal of time to recognize what is in my heart. I have a great deal of trouble with men. When I was ten, My sister got married and I could only see it as someone taking away my beloved sister. I didn't understand it at the time. I still don't. My sister abandoned her duty for this man. Because of this, I never trusted men. When you moved here I though you would also destroy what I had here. I opposed you staying here out of my rather irrational fear. Still, over time you have proven to be an honourable and a man of duty. Still, you do seem to have a weird ability to get yourself in the most awkward moments.

[That is an understatement.] thinks Keitaro.

"I am sorry, I likely have hit you in the past for thing that were not your fault. I am truly sorry for that. I was in denial of my growing feelings for you. Now it is clear that you are nothing like the man who took my sister way. You are the only man who can accept me for what I am." says Motoko as she leans over to Keitaro and kiss him. Keitaro finds himself powerless to resist Motoko and accepts her kiss. Motoko gets up, and says "Keitaro, I have a kendo class to attend. When I return, we shall talk more, ne?"

"Of course, Motoko-chan." replies Keitaro.

Motoko leaves Keitaro's room leaving him with his scrambled thoughts.

[What do I do now? I mean Naru is my promise girl.]

{Forget her, Naru has no real love for you. Take Motoko. She is beautiful, tight in all the right places and in love with you. What could be better, after all your problem was that you promise girl what the only girl to ever love you. Clearly, this is not the case. I mean if you can stir the heart of the man hating samurai-ko that is Motoko, there must be something about you that women can love.} remarks the evil side of Keitaro

[but, I love Naru . . .]

{But nothing, would you rather be loved or be in love with some one who doesn't love you. You might never get anywhere with Naru, but Motoko seems quite willing. Come on she even a good kisser.}

[I never been kissed like that how do I know it good?] replies Keitaro.

{Please, did it not feel good in Motoko's arms as she kissed you.} responds Keitaro's dark side.

[well, yes . . . But what about Naru?]

{Forget her, she wasn't smart enough to take what you offered, Motoko quite willing to take her place. Motoko wants you, you should let her have you. You can't break Motoko's heart, it wouldn't be right.} argues Keitaro's evil side.

[Wait, why are you argue like that for, you are my evil side.]

{I prefer to think of myself as morally challenged, besides I want some hardcore lovin' If you can get it from a girl that loves you, bonus!}

[I am not sure . . .] says Keitaro to his evil side.

{I know, but honestly as strange as it sounds I think Motoko is a better choice for you than Naru. Motoko I sure has no illusions about you she understand who you are and what you are capable off. Trust me for once in your life, take Motoko as your woman and you will find a level of peace and joy that you never had before.}

[Well, It odd when you make sense. . . I suppose you are right though, Motoko did feel nice next to me and I always wanted nothing more than to be love. Perhaps, Motoko is exactly what I need.] thinks Keitaro. Keitaro wanders over to his book shelf. [I should familiarize myself with samurai a little more if I am going to marry one.]


Japanese terms:

kuso: something along the lines of shit as an expressive.

-chan, honorific means small or little often used between parents and children, sometime between friends can be use between lovers too.

-kun, Sort of a male version of Chan but more masculine often used between friends and older people to boys that they know. Kei-kun is a favourite of Mutsumi for Keitaro.

San is Mister or Miss, a polite way to address an inferior or an equal. Note that both this and sama are used with a family name which in Japan come first

kabuki is a style of theatre in Japan. It very lively and dynamic. Often actors faces are painted with make up.

Onii-chan big brother